When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
- Author Unknown
A wind gently blows against her face, her bangs moving slowly at each gust. Maka opens her eyes, widening them as she realizes where she is.
"...Why are we here?" Maka looks at the reaper who is looking at the chilling scenery blankly, the wind blowing his hair, his cloak ruffling. "You said you were taking me to my mother."
"And I am." His eerie eyes lock onto hers. "She is here."
"...Why?" Maka looks at the trees that seem to be reaching for her, looks at the dead grass beneath her feet, looks at all the different tombstones...she didn't want to come back here...the place where she was put under ground...this isn't what she needed to see...she needed comfort but instead her stomach turns all the more.
"Most likely to visit your grave." He begins to walk, leading Maka with him through the dark cemetery. She looks up at the full moon, the clouds moving eerily across it, casting shadows in this place of the dead. She grips her cloak, and grips the reaper's hand tighter without realizing it ...the trees seem to get closer as they move, as they get closer to her resting place.
"But it's so late..." Maka mumbles as an owl shrieks, causing shills to go down her spine. The reaper doesn't comment as he continues to lead her, the moon casts shadows over his face making it so he almost completely bends in with the darkness, making his creepy eyes shining all the brighter. She eyes all of the tomb stones wryly...she's never liked it here. Death comes to a stop in front of a certain tomb stone, Maka's heart sinks. "She's not here..." She looks around for her mother desperately, her eyes panicked...she needs her.
"Not yet but she will be." He states staring down at the small stone. "Now we just wait."
"...Are you sure she's ok? That the demon didn't get to her?" She looks at him, her voice trembling as her mind is cluttered with things that could have happen to her mother...What would he have done to her?...Is she hurt right now? Why isn't she here? What-
"Your mother is fine, I feel her and I doubt the demon would waste the little power he has on her anyway." He crosses his arms, looking over at her from the corner of his eye, studying her still panicked expression. "He would not waste his one shot on someone like your mother. Don't worry."
"One shot...?"
"Yes, once a demon has made it to earth it has only one shot, one chance to do whatever it wants before its power runs out and it is put into a deep slumber." He sighs. "It depends on how strong the demon is of what it can do to earth with its one shot, but the demon that got through was a weak one. It would not waste that shot on your mother, I promise you."
"He was..." Maka looks at him with disbelief...That demon was weak?...I'd hate to see a strong one then... She remembers its husky voice, and the way it chuckled so darkly at her pain, her teeth almost start to chatter but she stops herself when she notices the reaper's judgmental eyes on her... "Do..." She takes a deep breath to regain herself. "Do they go back to hell to sleep...or..."
"They stay on earth; of where they go to sleep I do not know."
"Wait...if they stay on earth..." her eyes widen. "How many demons have made it through?!"
"Eh, I lost count." He shrugs as if it's nothing.
"What?! Then all of those demons are still here? ...They're just..."
"Sleeping." He states bluntly again like it's nothing.
"Are they going to wake back up?! I mean how could you let so many get through?" Her eyes are still wide...fear griping her heart but this time it's not for herself.
"The demon that got through today was the first in many years but you have to take in account we have been doing this since Adam and Eve ate of the fruit of good and evil in the garden of Eden, committing the first sin, thus opening the gates of hell to you mortal's but also the gates for demons into earth." He closes his eyes. "That is when I became Death...for when you mortals sin you not only open the doors to hell, but you had created Death...you were not meant to die...but you caused it out of greed." He opens his eyes, just to look at her coldly. "Most demons got through when we started our work, we were not used to such violence...all we knew were peace and joy but not anymore...so do not point the finger at me, asking me how could I let so many get through when you have no idea what all of us have gone through...think about that demon you faced today...that one was weak...just image having to fight him forevermore...having to fight stronger one's them him forevermore...alone...you can never always win."
"I...I didn't..." She looks at those cold eyes, and shrinks away a little even though she didn't want to...she had nothing to say to those words...she searched for what to say back ...but there is nothing...she could never imagine having to deal with a demon like that for the rest of her life...however long that was...couldn't imagine having to go through a battle like that even one more time...but she's new to this... Maka can't even imagine doing that whole batter alone...
"As for your other question." He coughs into his hand. "No demon has ever awoken from its slumber."
"What about Asu-
The reaper quickly puts a hand over her mouth, him glaring darkly at her. "Don't ever speak his name here! Do you wish for him to be awoken? Do you wish that your earth be destroyed?!" She quickly shakes her head at the harsh words, and he takes his hand off her.
"So...he is still here..." Maka mumbles new chills being sent down her spine. "Saying his name will wake him up?"
"I do not know but I don't wish to find out." The reaper's eyes change as he stares at the dead grass beneath their feet. "He was our biggest mistake...our biggest failure...he should not have gotten through." He clenches his fist. "Never speak that cursed demon's name, the name it's self is evil, where did you even hear it from? I know I did not tell you of him." His eyes turn dangerous. "Who told you?"
"I overheard a couple angels talking during the attack." She quickly lies looking him dead in those eerie eyes, her face stone. Maka knows better to say it was Crona. "They were saying something about how they hope it wasn't like that time with him, and how this hasn't happen since him."
"Give me a description of these angels." His voice lowers.
"I didn't get a good look at them, me and Crona had to hurry to a machine to seal the room up with the demon...I just heard there conversation." Maka speaks quickly, not trying to get any one in trouble. "What's the big deal anyway? Why can't they talk about him?" She asks trying to get his mind off the subject of who she found this out from.
"His name is not to be spoken! Every angel knows that, no matter what. We do not speak of him, I have made that very clear. You should not even know his name, this is a crime." He growls. "The name its self can cause madness to grow in a person...speaking it is like spreading a plague...this must be punished...you must tell me who told you." He walks closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maybe unknown to you they were trying to poison you...send you over the edge so that I would have to send you to hell, you are close over the edge already...just a little madness could tip you over. These angels could have caused your demise."
Crona...poison me? ...No...he isn't like that...he saved me. "Look I already told you I don't know who they were." She sighs but makes sure her eyes never leave his so he doesn't suspect anything. "I'm sorry...I didn't know it was such a big deal."
"..." He stares hard at her, his face black but his eyes burning into her, waiting for anything that would give away to a lie.
"...He's the one who started World War II isn't he?" Maka mumbles trying hard not to flinch when his blank face is turned into anger.
"Did they talk about that too?!" He growls getting closer to her.
"N-No...I just figured…from you talking about the demon lord getting through and them saying he was the last one through I kinda just put two and two together." This statement seems to dim the fire in his eyes just a little but he still clenches his fist. "I'm not as stupid as you think."
"..." He crosses his arms and looks at her, his face going back to stone. He's not happy with her answer and she knows that...he still wants to know who told her but...she can't tell him. She would not let him punish Crona, her only friend here.
"...Do you know where he is?" Maka watches the reaper closely, her heart trembling with the fact that Asu-...she means the demon...is still on earth...he's only asleep...doesn't that mean he will wake up at some point? And when he does what will happen to earth? The place she used to call home?
"I do not know and I don't wish to." He closes his eyes, Maka almost letting out a sigh of relief to have those eyes off of her for a moment. "I do not want to talk about him anymore."
"...Fine." Maka looks down rubbing her arm, her bangs covering her eyes. She can't help but to remember the smirk of the demon who got through, to remember the whole battle that she was a part of, to remember the blood, and cries of pain. She opens her eyes not wanting to see any more of the images her mind was playing back to her. "...Do you think this is a good idea?" Her question is no more than a whisper but death hears her, he looks over at her blankly waiting for her to continue. Maka gulps... she may regret saying this but she can't help it. "...Being here when we were just attacked? What if more demon's show up?" Crona's weak smile flashes threw her mind, with the blood coming out of the corner. "A lot of angel's got hurt...don't you think we shouldn't have just left them?"
"The angels can care for themselves. It is very unlikely there would be another demon attack." He looks up at the full moon. "Besides, we have work to do. I have complete faith in Liz and Justin, by the time we get back everything will be fixed up. They know what to do, we have had to clean up bigger messes than this."
"...If you say so…" She sighs.
"Here she comes." The grip on her hand tightens a little as she whips her head around looking for her mother, her heart rising in hope. A figure slowly walks towards them, the closer the person gets the more recognizable she is.
"Mom! You're ok!" Maka shouts out of joy at seeing those bright green eyes shine through the darkness. Her mother's wheat blonde hair blows every couple of seconds by the wind, her blouse ruffling. She has never felt this happy since she has been sealed to death. Her mother isn't hurt, her mother is alive and walking, the demon didn't attack her, she's safe, she's-
As soon as her heart had risen, it had fallen at seeing her mother get closer. Her face is still a deathly pale, making her look as if she belonged here. Her green eyes look blankly forward as if she's not really looking at anything. She walks stiffly, she walks like a zombie, the movements looking stained. She holds a black book close to her chest, the green necklace she squeezes in her hand tightly.
"Uh oh." Death eye's the book suspiciously as the woman gets closer to the tomb stone. "This looks as if it could be bad."
Maka's not paying attention to him. "Mom's ok...but..." She should be shouting for joy...her mother isn't hurt...but dread grips her heart at seeing the woman. Her mother falls to her knees before the tomb stone, her blank, tired eyes looking over it as she places the black book on the ground. Maka frowns, letting go of the reapers hand she moves over so she is beside her mother, she kneels next to her, looking at her pale face. The feeling of dread grows. "Mom...what are you doing out her so late? It's not safe..." Maka notes the sight shaking of her mother's shoulders are doing and the frown deepens. "And you're shivering...it must be cold out...you could catch a cold."
"My baby..." Her mother suddenly whispers, digging her hands into the soil. "Where have you gone? ...I know you were here with me on your funeral...why did you leave me? I felt you...I wanted...needed to know you were ok..." She trembles. "Mommy needs you baby...I want you back...come back to me..."
"...I can't mom...believe me...I want to." Maka looks down at the mark on her hand, the mark of the skull. But there is no going back.
"I know...I know you can't come back to me but maybe...maybe I can..." Her mother trails off rubbing the black book with a shaky hand, her voice starting to crack. Death takes a step forward looking at the book wearily. "Oh baby, I miss you so much..."
"I miss you so much too." Maka frowns. "I wish I could let you know this but..." she looks at the reaper from the corner of her eye. "...That's not possible now."
"This...this is my last attempt...I must know if you are really here...or if what I felt was just an illusion...I must." Her mother places the gem necklace next to the tomb stone her eyes watering as she stands up.
"Mom what are you doing?"
"This necklace is yours baby...if you are here...if you're really here...please being this necklace back to me...please come home...please." She closes her eyes as she turns her back on the tombstone, turns her back on Maka.
"Mom, don't do this! I can't come back!" Maka goes to try to grab a hold of her mother, to stop her but the reaper grabs her arm tightly.
"Let her go, this is her choice."
"That necklace is precious to my mother! Someone is going to steal it! She isn't thinking clearly!"
"We can only watch the living we cannot interfere with their actions." Death states coldly.
"..." Maka struggles with him but it's in vain...she watches as her mother walks away until she can't be seen anymore...watches her walk away from her and the necklace. She growls ripping her arm from death she walks over to the tomb stone that has the necklace lying next to it, her only birthday present. She can't let this happen, she will not let this happen. Maka reaches out and tries to grab it but her fingers just go through. "Come on..." She keeps trying but her hands just keep going through. No, no, no. "Come on...please." She keeps trying her hands start to shake...she was going to fail her mother...again...
"..." The reaper watches her closely, but he doesn't say anything.
"Mom...why did you do this?" Maka trembles as she keeps trying to pick up the necklace but it's all in vain. "You want me to bring it back but how can I do that? You want me to come home but I can't do that either...I can't...don't you see? ...I'm dead...I can't go home...I can't go back...it's over." Her fingers just keep going through. She cannot grasp it. She pulls her hand away, her body trembles and her bangs cover her eyes. "I'm sorry." Wet drops of water run down her cheeks and into the grass. "I'm so sorry mom..."
"..." Death watches her from a distance before he walks over to the shaking girl and quietly kneels next to her looking at the heart necklace before looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Tell me..." His eyes fall back on the necklace. "...Why is this item so important to you? ...Is it the value? …Is it the beauty?" He takes a deep breath. "...How is it connected to your mother?"
Maka stays silent a moment as she rubs her eyes. She wants to tell him to mind his own business but that wouldn't get her anywhere besides she's tired of fighting...she's tired...she's weak. Maka sniffles before taking a deep breath well aware of the reaper's eyes that are now on her, studying her. "This necklace was given to me by my mother for my birthday...she told me on my last day alive that it has special meaning, of what that is I don't know, she didn't say but all that matters is that it means something to my mom..." Maka's puffy eyes look over at the shiny gem, her heart sinking. "I told her I would always treasure it..." Tears well up again but she blinks them away. "But now I can't even hold it...I can't bring it back to her like she wants...it's going to get stolen and I can't do anything! I can't do anything but sit here..."
"Ah, I remember now that you were wearing this necklace when I took you..." The reaper suddenly reaches out and grasps the necklace from off the ground and brings it close to his face. Maka gasps her eyes side looking at him with disbelief. "A gift? ...A gift from your mother...?" He purses his lips, studying the gem. "I see...but this is nothing but a stone...what meaning could it possibly have? ...it's foolish to get attached to an item, it's not like you can take it with you. It will be left for someone else to possess." Maka can barely recognize what he's saying, she just stares at him holding the necklace shocked, holding it like it was nothing when she had failed so many times.
"You...!" Maka looks between the necklace and the reaper. "You can hold it!"
"Of course I can..." His eyes fall on her. "...And so can you." The reaper reaches out the necklace to her. Maka looks at it a moment before reaching out to take the gem from him but her fingers go through and touch the reaper's hand instead. She bows her head in defeat, taking her hand out of his.
"No...I can't, I can't touch it." Maka mumbles bitterly. She sees her mother's desperate eyes as she asked her to bring the necklace back, she grips her cloak. "...I can't."
"Yes you can." At the firmness of the reaper's voice she whips her head up, the boy's yellow eyes lock on to hers. "Try again but this time you must focus...remember how it was like to pick things up when you were alive...remember that mortal." She stares into his eyes a moment before looking down at the necklace that's in his hand...I can't give up.. She sets her jaw, determination setting fire in her green eyes as she reaches out again, thinking about when she had first held this in her hands, thinking about the smile of pure happiness her mother gave her when she put it on...thinking about her mother...
Maka's fingers go through again, and she grips her fist and huffs in frustration. "It's not working!"
"It will, you just have to focus."
"I am but it's not working!" Maka keeps trying to pick up the necklace she so desperately wants to feel, she so desperately needs to have. She thinks about picking it up but unaware to her she thinks about other things at the same time...her mother...the demon...the reaper.
"Stop." He suddenly grabs her wrist firmly, his eyes locking to hers when she sent him a glare. "You are not completely focused, it will not work till you are."
"I'm trying it's just...hard ok?" She averts her gaze feeling almost...embarrassed.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close your eyes." He leans closer, and Maka leans back. "It will help."
"..." Maka closes her eyes as a realization hits her...Wait a minute... Is the reaper actually...helping me? Why is-
"Focus." She feels the reaper's breath on her face, causing goose bumps to form on her arms though she doesn't understand it. "Think about the day you got this, think about how it felt in your hand, think about the necklace and nothing more." He whispers soothingly but it works. Maka sees it now all in her head as if it was a slide show. The white box, opening the white box, seeing the necklace, grabbing the necklace, feeling the necklace...she feels the reaper pull her hand closer to him. "Focus." She thinks about how cold it was in her hand, how heavy felt, the designs carved into the gold she ran her fingers along...all of a sudden she feels something on her finger tips...something hard and solid. Maka opens her eyes and gasps...she's touching the necklace...her fingers didn't go through...she feels it.
"I...I did it." Maka speaks almost breathlessly from her disbelief...it felt real...it felt like how it did when she was alive...it's even cold.
"Yes, you did." The reaper looks at her with something in his eyes she's never seen before but it quickly disappears, those eyes turning back blank. "Here, take it." He averts his gaze but she doesn't notice. Maka stares at her finger tips that are touching the gem for a moment before going down and grabbing it from the boy's hand and brings it closer to her. She studies it a long moment before a smile forms on her lips, her heart fluttering with relief. "I can really hold it..."
"Yes and though it was hard to pick it up this time with practice picking up items will be much easier." He looks at her smile from the corner of his eyes. "Just be careful if you lose focus it will fall through you again."
"I can pick up other stuff too?" Maka looks at him and all of a sudden she doesn't feel the necklace anymore. She looks down to see it had gone through her and fell on the ground. "Oh right...focus." She closes her eyes again before reaching out, picking up the necklace with ease. "I did it again!" She cheers staring at the stone with sparkly eyes. This is kinda cool...
"Are you ready?" The reaper stands up and out strengths a hand out to her.
"For what?" She takes it standing up with him.
"I believe someone is waiting for you to return that."
"You...you're actually going to let me give it to her?" Maka's eyes get wide and the necklace falls through her hand again. She huffs before reaching down to pick it up. "What about your precious rules?"
"The rules are we cannot interfere with the living but no rule is broken if they don't see are actions." Once Maka grabs a hold of the necklace, she looks over at the reaper, her eyes still full of uncertainly.
"You never wanted to help me before with stuff like this." She mumbles averting her gaze.
"This is my recompense for leaving you but if you wish to question it, we can leave right now and move on to our work, were wasting time here anyway." He growls looking away from her.
"No, that's not what I..." Maka trails off trying to think of the right thing to say before sighing. "What I meant to say was thank you...I couldn't even have picked this up without you...thank you…"
"..." The reaper looks at her from the corner of his eyes before he walks closer and puts both his hands on her shoulders causing her to tense. "You know I am impressed." He looks down at the hand that's holding the gem. "Your actually able to hold an item when you haven't been dead for that long...I must say you have more skill then I though mortal, work hard and you could become an asset to me instead of a burden."
...There he goes again...calling me a burden... Maka sets her jaw and looks away from the boy, anger hitting her heart along with something else... "I'm ready to take this to my mom now." She mumbles trying to stop herself from saying anything else. Remember...focus...control...he's letting you do this...don't ruin it.
"As you wish." His grip tightens on her shoulders as the both light up causing her to close her eyes. "We are here." She opens her eyes and her breath caches. It's...her home...it's her house...the wooden home stands before the two it looking the same as Maka had left it, vines grow on the side of the home, and the right window is still busted open from a storm a couple years back...they never gotten the money to fix it. So many emotions swirl around her heart as she looks at the small house, they over whelm her, emotions of happiness, relief, but most of all sadness...to see what she could never have again turned her being. Her legs tremble under the weight until they give way. The reaper quickly grabs her, holding on to her so she doesn't fall but her legs continue to tremble, the necklace on the ground, no longer in her hand.
"What is wrong? ...are you ok?" His grip tighten as he looks down at the girl. That almost sounded like concern...but that can't be.
"S-Sorry...I just need a minute." Maka shuts her eyes tightly trying to prepare her heart for this. Mom's waiting for you...come on stop being so stupid! she takes a deep breath. Stop thinking about the sad stuff...just be grateful you can see your home again...come on you have to open your eyes...you have to except it...remember...you did this for mom... Maka suddenly opens her eyes, her legs have stopped trembling and she stands tall. "Sorry about that..." She bends down and picks up the necklace. "Just me being stupid again right?"
"I suppose." He states bluntly as he takes a step towards her home. Ass... Maka sends him a glare but she sets her jaw …you're almost there... she takes a deep breath before starting to walk to the front door. "Wait." He puts a hand out in front t of her. "Your mother is in the living room."
"So? It's not like she can see us."
"But she can see the necklace." He looks over at it. "To her it would appear to be floating and for her to see that it would be breaking the rules."
Ah there it is...rules, rules, rules... The reaper closes his eyes for a moment before opening them back up. "She has left the room, now is the time to act." At this Maka runs over to the door but comes to a stop in front of it...emotions starting to grip her heart again, making it hard to move, she grips her cloak out of frustration. Stop it damn it!
"Go on...it's ok." The door suddenly opens by itself, the wind from it blowing her bangs. She grips her fist...The reaper's right...Get over yourself...Why is this a big deal anyway? ...You have seen hell...come on this is nothing! She takes a deep breath and steps through, steps through the front door to her home as if she was alive again, as if death wasn't watching her. Her green eyes shake as she looks at the small living room...everything looks as it did on that day...the decorations for her birthday are still up...untouched...as if the day she left became frozen in time. Balloon still lay on the floor but there becoming deflated...the room is decorated cheerfully but to Maka it's warped. "Why is..." She looks at the bunnies and roses that are still on the wall, she looks at the balloons that have lost their joyous appearance...she looks at her home, dread griping her heart. The reaper walks in and stands beside her looking at the troubling scene with no emotion. "How long have I..." Maka gulps. "How long have I been dead...?"
"A month."
"A month?!" Maka whips her head in his direction, her eyes wide. "But...but it's been so long...why does it still..." The room appears all the more warped...the only thing missing is the cake on the table but everything else has not been touched...
"Mortal's like to hold on to things, like to hold onto memories of a person as if that memory is them." His eerie eyes fall on the couch, his face giving nothing away. "Hurry and place the necklace down before she comes back."
"..." Maka looks around the room for some place to put the necklace, her heart still twisting when she sees the decorations. Her eyes fall on a small table next to the couch...it only has one item on it...a picture of her and her mother hugging, smiling brightly at the camera. She doesn't remember when it was taken, she's young in the photo, her eyes free of anything but love and happiness...it's a sad sight to compare those eyes of innocence with the one's she has now. Maka takes a deep breath before walking over to it and places the necklace gently next to it. "Here you go mom...I've brought it back..." She takes a few steps away from the stand just as her mother walks into the room. Maka frowns as she watches her mother look around there room with blank eyes, dark bags under her eyes, them puffy with sorrow. She holds the black book still close to her chest tightly...protectively. "Mom.." she wants to reach out, to hold her mother again like she held the necklace...explain to her everything , tell her she is ok...her mother's green eyes suddenly light up as they fall on the necklace that is on the stand. She trembles, the black book falling from her hands and onto the floor as her eyes become watery, hope flooding her expression. She runs to the small table, knocking down a chair to the kitchen table in the process but she doesn't seem to care. Her mother doesn't stop till she's in front of the small table, her green eyes full of emotions as a trembling hand grabs a hold of the heart shaped necklace. Maka gasps as if her mother was holding her actually heart...emotions swirl inside as she watches her mother...the life she lacked a minute ago coming back.
"You brought it back! Oh my baby I knew you couldn't have been gone! You're here with me now aren't you?" Her mother looks around the room her green eyes shaking a smile on her face as she holds the necklace close to her. "I can't feel you but...somehow I know you are here Maka...you're here...oh baby mommy loves you so much..."
"I love you too mom." Maka rubs her watery eyes. "So much."
"Please make yourself known...please I wish to see you..." Her mother looks around desperately, Maka takes a step forward and the reaper puts a hand on her shoulder looking at her firmly. "Mortal."
"I know, I'm not." He takes his hand off her and she walks closer to her mother, her fist griped. He watches her carefully but doesn't move closer. "I'm sorry mom...I wish I could but I can't…"
"Oh ...how stupid of me..." Her mother's expression changes as she looks down at the necklace, realization lighting her eyes. "You can't show yourself to me...or talk to me...because you're probably too weak from carrying this to me..." She grips the necklace. "I'm sorry for that Maka...for making you do that...mommy wasn't thinking...it's been hard to think lately...but..." She looks up and her eyes seem to fall on Maka, tears falling down her cheeks, a bright smile gracing her lips. "You brought it back to me...thank you, thank you so much for this baby!...You...you have brought my joy and my happiness back with this necklace..."
"...That's what I wanted! I want you to be happy mom, I want you to have a good life, that's why I had to leave, that's why I'm even here...I'm so happy you-" Maka's eyes light up.
"Because you have come back to me!" Maka's smile turns to a frown as he mother trembles. "We can be together again! ...It can go back to the way it was!"
"No...no mom...it can't." Maka's frown deepens. "I can't come back...I'm dead mom...it can't go back..."
"I left the house just as it was when...well...you know...I just couldn't bear to take it down...and the book said it would help lead you back and it worked! We can be together again!"
"Mom...no we can't..." It feels as if something is ripping her heart at saying these words at saying the truth...they can never be together...they can never go back. She takes a deep breath as she looks at the decorations, her body trembling. "Mom, this isn't healthy for you...take this down...I can't come back ok? ...This will only bring you sorrow...just take it down..."
"You are my joy Maka." Her mother smiles at the necklace.
"Mom..." Maka shakes dread shaking her being.
"Ah..." she turns back to see the reaper with his eyes closed an odd expression on his face before he opens them back up. "Adramelech has attacked...he's used his one shot...our time here is over. We must continue on to work."
"But...she's..." Maka looks back at her mother who is kissing the necklace, her heart sinking at seeing something in her mother's eyes...something like...
Madness.
"I have let you see her and even let you full fill her wish, it's time to go." He reaches out his hand towards her.
"Will...will we come back?" She takes a step towards him. "Will...she be ok?"
"I don't know." He looks at her mother. "You seem to have made her happy..."
"Yeah but..." It feels wrong.
"Come." He reaches out again, this time Maka takes his hand. They light up, Maka takes one last look at her smiling mother, that smile should light her heart...but...
"Bye mom..." She whispers before everything disappears from her sight, her mother disappears...she can't go back...it will never be the same...
Never.
So chapter 6, next one we get to see what that demon has done... I've done this one a lot faster to make up for the last one that took forever, hope you enjoyed it.
